Memories.
They could mean many to you, and are many categories but simultaneously a whole. It seems to me that we've been programmed to remember the bad, to be rewarded with many more good. All of these little things named and known as Memories are the loyal little followers that trust you to not throw away. Of course you'd say that you have favourites, simply by everyone's nature carved into our masterpiece. And yet, you say it to their face, but you shouldn't! How dare you! These followers are fragments of a masterpiece that you no longer have your back to! Those jigsaw puzzles that you rewind your sight to have a look, 'just one more time', on their process of creation. Twist those cogs back, push the levers of time to see it all again. You've travelled back in time as a visitor. It's inevitable that you're not a deity from the future. You know, you cannot just pluck a piece from a diamond like a feather from a peacock because it looks better without it, in the eyes of your reality. Even if you choose to try and use that feather to dip in some ink and splatter across a page. Watch over that precious trinket of yours, I warn you. These followers that watch your step to make sure they're not lost through the journey you pave. Why are they there? They're there for you to know. Possibly you lose that jigsaw piece under the carpet and get so vexed that it plunges you into an abyssal of shredding, overflowing the cup with flames, to the point where you rip it all apart. Suddenly, it's so barren, the sky stopped soaring. You're left with everything, which means.. You have nothing. They're there for you to know because it's all you have. It's you. Don't be so mad that they're curious of the next, you were once a child too. Cherish them and cradle them all in your arms, they like it when you pick them up, some don't and scratch but keep them in your arms. And tender them with passion. Don't say it to their face, don't you dare. They can't say anything about the way they walk, and neither can you. You are only granted to say the words "I love you". Because I'm talking about you.
- Emerson, 13/09/21
